Come, come, jump and hop along.
While the day is bright,
And far we are from night,
When the day is young.
Lofty and high stands the wall,
Of our soaring spirit.
Illuminating the streets
While the sun shines on all.
The weary, the sick and pale.
Are met with smiling faces
A source of solace,
As happiness is not for sale.
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